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5 days ago
Current Disrespect will close doors that apologies can’t open. Let that sink in..
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9 days ago
I was never colorblind to the red flags, I just hoped I was wrong
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2 mos ago
Not all who wander are lost.. but I, personally, am lost.
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6 mos ago
I hope when Death finally comes that it feels like it used to when dad used to carry me inside after falling asleep in the truck.
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8 mos ago
If the gods didn't want me to commit fatherless behavior, they should have given my mother better taste in men.
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π™·πšŽ / πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’ Β· 𝟸𝟿 Β· π™ΏπšŠπšŒπš’πšπš’πšŒ πš‚πšπšŠπš—πšπšŠπš›πš πšƒπš’πš–πšŽ

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 πš‘πš˜πš  πš–πšŠπš—πš’ πšπš’πš–πšŽπšœ 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 πšŒπš‘πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš πš–πš’ πš—πšŠπš–πšŽ? π™΄πšŸπšŽπš— 𝙸 πšπš˜πš—'𝚝 πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš πš‘πšŠπš 𝚝𝚘 πšŒπšŠπš•πš• πš–πšŽ, πšŠπš™πš™πšŠπš›πšŽπš—πšπš•πš’,
𝚜𝚘 πšŒπšŠπš•πš• πš–πšŽ πš πš‘πšŠπšπšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšžπšŒπš” 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πšŠπš—πš. 𝙸'πš– 𝚊 πš™πšŠπš›πšŽπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 7-πš’πšŽπšŠπš›-πš˜πš•πš πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ πš—πšŽπš™πš‘πš’πš•πš’πš–,
πšŠπš—πš πš•πš’πš”πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšœπš™πšŽπš—πš πš–πš’ πšπš›πšŽπšŽ πšπš’πš–πšŽ (πšπš‘πšŠπš πš’πšœπš—'𝚝 πšœπš™πšŽπš—πš πš πš’πšπš‘ πš‘πšŽπš›) πš πš›πš’πšπš’πš—πš πš˜πš› πšπšŠπš–πš’πš—πš πš˜πš—πš•πš’πš—πšŽ.



π™±πšŽπš’πš—πš "πšœπšŠπš™πš™πš‘πš’πšŒ" πš’πšœ 𝚊 πšŒπšžπš•πš–πš’πš—πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš— 𝚘𝚏 πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ πšπš˜πš› πš—πš˜πš πš˜πš—πš•πš’ πšŠπš•πš• πš πš˜πš–πšŽπš—, πš‹πšžπš πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ πšœπš™πšŽπšŒπš’πšπš’πšŒπšŠπš•πš•πš’, πš–πš’ πš πš˜πš–πšŠπš—.

π™Έπš— πš–πš’ πš›πšŽπš•πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš—πšœπš‘πš’πš™, πš’πš 𝙸 πš‘πšŠπš πš˜πš—πšŽ, 𝙸 πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πš›πš˜πš–πšŠπš—πšπš’πšŒπš’πš£πšŽ πš–πš’ πš˜πš πš— πšœπšŠπš™πš™πš‘πš’πšŒ πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ πš‹πšŽπš’πš˜πš—πš πš πš˜πš›πšπšœ. π™Έβ€™πš πš–πšŽπš–πš˜πš›πš’πš£πšŽ πš‘πšŽπš› πšπš›πš˜πš– πš‘πšŽπšŠπš 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚎,
πšπš›πšŽπšŒπš”πš•πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš’πš–πš™πš•πšŽ. π™Έβ€™πš πš›πšŽπšŠπš, πšπšŠπš”πšŽ πš—πš˜πšπšŽπšœ πšŠπš—πš πšπšŽπšŸπš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšŽπš› β€” πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš, πš–πš’πš—πš, πš‹πš˜πšπš’ πšŠπš—πš πšœπš˜πšžπš•.

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@Dusksong you still with us, friend?


Interactions: Jackson (@Self) || Isaiah (@Lyghtbringer) || Shade (@Thundercrash) || Lillith (@sMoKe)

"My name is Jackson Kincaid. I mean you no harm." Raven glared up at the man, not believing his words for a second. Regime weren't trustworthy. Once she caught her breath some from colliding into the guy beside her, having had the wind practically knocked right out of her, she put her index and thumb to her mouth and whistled softly. Soft enough for surrounding Regime officers still in the area not to hear but Electabuzz would hear it. She knew he'd come find her once he heard the whistle. He was a great tracker, even for his breed which didn't typically care to do such things.

"Just," the guy seemed to eyeball the soldier, with good reason, too. Who were they to believe his lies? Definitely not stupid, that's for sure. "-call me 'Vantage'." Raven looked up at Vantage and scoffed, shaking her head as she got up and dusted herself off, all the while keeping an eye on Kincaid. "Yeah, I don't think so, Cowboy. Ain't telling you shit. You can take me back to base and try getting it out of me there, but here, I won't give up a thing." Glancing at Vantage, she looked at him like 'What the hell is wrong with you?!' before smiling as Electabuzz broke through the trees and came to stand behind her. The Electabuzz, at average height would stand roughly at 3ft tall, however hers was about a foot and a half shorter than herself and a foot taller than most in it's breed.

"Why should we believe you? I get it, you put your gun down and told your little power pup over there to heel," Raven smiled when the Houndour beside Kincaid bared it's teeth at her, "-but seriously, you're Regime. You assholes always have another motive up your sleeves." Before Raven could completely finish, a flash of black and red fell from the trees above Kincaid and landed on is back. A Sneasel was now mounted on his shoulders, it's sharp claws at his neck ready to slice him wide open. "What are you waiting for, Razor? Kill him." Raven looked around for the voice that sprang from nearby, a questionable expression on her face. Electabuzz was growing uneasy beside her, baring his teeth and breathing a bit harder than usual. A soft buzzing from his own electricity building within him as he stared, unmoving at the Sneasel. The Sneasel looked between Kincaid, Vantage and Raven as if wondering whether or not it should kill the man in it's grasp. I mean, not in front of all these nice people, right?

The Sneasel made a sound, and that's when not only the voice came again, the person it belonged to emerged from the trees. Both with an angry expression and tone about them. "What do you mean, 'no'? He’s Regime, we kill bastards like him." The pokemon seemed to return fire with it's own sorts of chattering, the trainer becoming even more fiercely upset with the creature. "I don’t care what he said! He’s with the Regime, he deserves to die." The pokemon stayed in position, and Raven reached back to gently nudge Electabuzz back. Not in an attempt to make another run, but holding him back from joining in. She knew he would if Raven let him, but this wasn't their fight. The girl and the Sneasel seemed to have it handled.

Just then, out of thin air, appeared a bright purple ghost-type pokemon. 'Gengar! Shit, if only I hadn't used Electabuzz's ball on him, I would possibly have a go at catching it.' Raven thought to herself. What she wouldn't give for a Haunter, but a Gengar would do, too. The great big ghost then spat out it's large tongue and drug it across the huntress's face before disappearing into the wind, again. Raven couldn't help but let out a slight giggle which she quickly choked down, she didn't want to piss the huntress off and be her next target. And yet, another voice came from above, causing Raven to look up for the one it belonged to. "AHHHHH! You idiot! Until next time! I'm not finished with you yet!"





Interactions: Isaiah (@Lyghtbringer) || Raven (@Self) || Shade (@Thundercrash) || Lillith (@sMoKe)

Jackson looked between both of them, ready to reply to the girl's response but was cut off by a sudden weight on his back, a couple of sharp blades pressed to his neck. Immediately, Jackson placed a hand at his side to calm his now, full-attack-mode Houndour, forcing his pal to sit impatiently. Houndour sat there eyeing the Sneasel all the while, a slight red glisten in his eyes. He wanted to wrap his mouth around the thing's neck and do unto it what it seemed to be wanting to do to his master. Jackson kept Houndour at bay with a simple hand held out in a fist, meaning simply, 'hold' or 'stay'.

The chattering and voices around Jackson peaked his interest, and he wanted to turn to see who the pokemon on his back belonged to. Wanted desperately to face his attacker, but found himself staring between Vantage and the girl. Was this.. mercenary with either of them? Jackson swallowed hard, feeling the pokemon's claws digging deeper into his throat. A small, thin line of scarlet running down his neck. He dared not move, nor did he dare try to speak. In a situation like this, all Jackson felt he should do was comply. He didn't have the upper hand, and he didn't want to seem like he'd do something. His rifle was safely tucked against his back between himself and the Sneasel. His knife was strapped to his belt, but what good would it do him to try wrestling for it before the damned beast on his back just slit his throat and be done with it. None.

Jackson grit his teeth together tightly, hearing a lick! and the girl in front of him try not to laugh, raising his eyebrow in confusion. 'The fuck just happened?' he thought to himself. From the trees then came a voice, not from the huntress that stood not too far from him, but a new one. The sound of retreat was a bit of relief, but it also sounded as though they had quite a military tone to their voice. 'Regime?' Jackson was almost desperate enough for them to come to his rescue, even if the woman had known he was a dishonorable discharge on the run from said Regime. He didn't wanna die. Not here, and definitely not like this. The girl had been right about one thing, before, in her name-calling. He was a true 'cowboy'. Jackson wished to go out "guns blazin'."

Taking a deep breath, Jackson peeked out of the corner of his eye towards the huntress behind him and spoke in a calm tone. "I'm not a soldier. I simply stole this garb off of a dead one in hopes to get through some of the camps I had to travel through a few miles back. If you don't believe me, travel back south-east about 4 miles and you'll find the massive campsite full of the lot. I got no quarrel with ya'! So if you wouldn't mind, let me go and we can speak in a more formal manner." Jackson's hand was still held out in a fist towards his pokemon, holding houndour in his place. The dark pokemon looked back and forth between his trainer and the two threatening his life, waiting for his next order - whatever it may be.

Btw I think I'll have to wait on my post, unfortunately. Gives time for Smoke to post their first, and allows me to not post a crappy reply cause I am beat. Been up since early this morning and worked a 12 1/2 hour day. I'm gonna get to bed. I'm really sorry for causing yet another delay, guys. I just can hardly keep my eyes open right now..
@Thundercrash Which move(s) would that be? I'd like to say no since it's 4th Gen but I'm gonna say go ahead and let it be, cause it's initially something it EVENTUALLY learns, just... not to my personal knowledge
@sMoKe You have my blessing ^^

@Thundercrash I'd say just naturally learned would be good, as well as breeding, unless you have a Regime character who has access to HMs and TMs. But civilians would not have that kind of access. Strictly government access/property
I will be posting again later tonight. I have a busy busy day, today. Looking forward to coming back and relaxing into my writing ^^ See y'all then!
@Lyghtbringer its all good (:
Still here, just watching from afar. Was last to post IC, so I don't know what's going on
@Thundercrash @Dusksong

Well, NPCs aren't out of the question. You guys are more than welcome to RP your own xD I did, with the Captain and other soldiers who'd been interrogating Raven. It's not necessarily a problem, just a slight hiccup along the way. ^-^

EDIT: And, maybe Neimh doesn't know Jackson was dishonorably charged. She could always go to him for help xD But if she does, and NPCs are out of the question.. yeah, she's screwed x)


Interactions: Niemh (@Dusksong) || Isaiah (@Lyghtbringer) || Jackson (Self)
Mentions: Shade (@Thundercrash)


Raven was running as fast as she could but of course no one was fast enough to outrun the Regime's trained hounds. She could hear them coming from behind her, tailing her every dip and dodge when suddenly a shot range out through the valley. Then another, and suddenly there were no pursuing footsteps directly behind h- and another shot. Now there were none that she could hear. Raven slowed down to a stop to catch her breath, standing bent over with her hands on her knees, taking long, deep breathes. From behind, a voice called out. "Hey!" Raven looked over her shoulder, assuming she'd see her rescuer. She was wrong. "Stop right there!" A Regime Scientist.

Raven's heart dropped and she immediately shoved Electabuzz into a separate direction to run and began running another route. She wouldn't be caught, not again. Not twice in one friggin' day! The large metal pokemon was gaining on her as well, now, and Raven only feared the worst. Another sharp crack of a shot rang out, followed by a hard thud behind her. Against her better judgement, Raven turned to see what had happened to the Scientist that'd been in her pursuit, finding her on the ground but still very much alive. Quickly scanning the surrounding area, she realized the Scientist was the only one following her. Raven smirked and began to make yet another run for it, thanking her guardian angel, whoever that may be, and hoped maybe one day they'd cross paths so she could give a proper thanks. She'd been too busy staring behind her to realize where exactly she was running, and ran directly into a young man (@Lyghtbringer) who, unto her knowledge had been climbing the tree, both collapsing onto the floor. Raven shoved the guy off of her, scrambling away from him as she looked him over quickly, realizing he wasn't Regime. She let out a mental sigh of relief. Not much to her surprise though, as she looked over, there stood a Regime officer (Jackson) with his houndour, both looking down at them with flat-faced expressions. "Shit."





Interactions: Isaiah (@Lyghtbringer) || Raven (Self)

Jackson's Houndour beside him began to growl softly, it's back arched slightly, the fur raised up along its spine. Holding up his rifle, Jackson took aim and scanned the forest, spinning around when he heard what sounded like a tree branch snap, a feminine grunt and a loud collapse of weight. Just 20ft from Jackson and Houndour lay two civilians, one being the girl he'd watched escape from the other soldiers. Obviously they weren't together by the way they looked at each other, but then the girl looked at him. Her eyes widened just slightly as she cursed to herself. The girl looked beaten up pretty bad, and although it wasn't his fault, Jackson felt bad, himself. That was the kind of thing he'd been forced to do over the years being one of them.

There was a silent stand-off for a minute before Jackson slowly lowered his gun, seeing the boy had neither weapon nor pokemon at his side. At least that he knew of. The young man, looking to be not much younger than himself, wouldn't be much harm to him. Jackson was a respectful young man in himself. If an enemy didn't have a weapon, neither would he. It was that simple. An old view that the Regime laughed off. Kill or be killed. Regime never let themselves be the latter, if they could help it. Jackson realized the girl's Electabuzz was nowhere to be seen, but with the kind of destruction it had caused with a decent squad of soldiers and their own pokemon, it was clear this was a fight he didn't want to pick. He quickly slid his rifle over his shoulder, holding up his hands to show he meant no harm. Raising a hand to his partner, Houndour saw the silent command and immediately calmed down, sitting on it's haunches at Jackson's side just staring at the strangers before them.

"My name is Jackson Kincaid." Looking around to be sure there were no lurking Regime soldiers around, he met their eyes again and continued, "I mean you no harm." Jackson swallowed hard, only slightly nervous, that missing Electabuzz was a real reason to be. Though his instinct was to try locating the dangerous beast, Jackson stood his ground and stared back at the two people before him. He hoped they'd not give him too much grief if they decided to ban together and try overtaking him and Houndour. One could only hope they'd be as civil as he was trying to be, right now.

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